Road Kill 2 Cage

You're not drunk enough if you can count to 30
She had put 4 down already, go birdy
Got me, my accessory
A pretty idiot mixing alc and ecstasy
And I'm shot
Is that all you got
Digging through her purse and all I found was some pot
Jameson reserved the urge to be creeping back soon
I know there's cocaine being sniffed in that bathroom
She just sneered looked at me retarded-eyed
Am I lame? I'm sorry I lied

Your aim is off so is your point of view
When the hand of god pointed at you
He said you were designed to grow up and go slut
Gave you a pretty face, nice tits, and no butt
If getting away with murder ain't the way to be
Then getting bitches all rapey/rabies[?] okay with me
Why would I care who’s fake and living major lies
I don’t relate, placate or plagiarize
Save that talk for your friends or go home
I know you're fly, I'm the shit and won't leave me alone

The word storm kept her underwear warm
Till she dripped on the floor then she slipped out the door
And you like my circle I can tell
Cause you're starry like Orion's belt
I looked in death's eyes through my shades
He winked and then ignored me
One look in yours I know your lily white story